…not really… I just realized how crappy this blog is and I think I need to keep on writing posts so the old ones will disappear just in case, someone’s visiting this website.

I have also started a new photographic project… I might be slightly illegal though ’cause I am taking pictures of people without warning and unless I publish the work and accidentally have one of them come across it, they will never know!

Anyway, we live in London; we are being video recorded (I wanted to use the word filmed but I realised how wrong it is) all the time. When I am in public places I don’t expect privacy. Right? So I will check with my lawyer and let you know more. 😛

(I am also considering making an app just for this project as well.. Maybe I wont, but who knows)

It’s been a few months now working for this big company. Contracting as a junior / graduate and tomorrow is the day.

I am interviewing for a permanent position.

I ‘ve heard that the level and the expectations are quite high and only one out of ten makes it. Thats the statistics, but statistics is the scientific way to support a lie, right?

I ‘ve prepared but never feel ready. There is always something missing, something that can go wrong. The stress, the mind clarity…

Tech interviews reminds me of the final school exams.

– Sit down and TDD that and explain your self and your thoughts and everything…

– Ok. Now how would you design this service that can handle 600 trillion request per millisecond and the bandwidth need is 800TB per second.

– Tell me about your flows. What is your biggest flow as a human being? Do you suck your finger before you fall sleep? Do you cry alone in a shady corner after jerking off in the middle of the night? (Why is there a shady corner in your room in the middle of the night?)

I went to The Rolling Stones concert. I didn’t know what to expect. I knew that I would feel goosebumps on the hearing of the famous announcement “Ladies and Gentlemen… the Rolling Stones” and I did. I was super excited.

I remember my first Rolling Stones albums I was 14. My parents weren’t big fans of the foreign music apart from some Italian pop song of the sixties, so I had never listened to the Rolling Stones before.

I went to the record store. I picked a record. Didn’t buy it.. too expensive. I gave it to the man who owned the shop and asked for a pirate copy.

I didn’t go to pick up, until he met me on the road and reminded me of the copy. I felt shame, so I went to the store to pick it up the very next day. To my surprise it was the best music I had ever listened to. I clearly remember the feeling of listening to “she’s a rainbow” for the first time. What an experience. I miss that excitement, I think I ‘ve lost the ability to get excited like that. I simply can’t get that feeling anymore. Have I grown old?

Ok folks, I know that you do not exist… I write this blog so I can keep record of my activities mainly for myself so I want be exhaustive on the topic. I will keep notes mainly for myself but if you feel like needing more elaboration on one of the topics then drop me a comment and I will see what I can do.

Be careful with the schema. If you run the application with this schema and you change the v0001.sql enough to change the file hash spring boot fails to fire up the application and then you need to delete the tables of the database. (Or something else I am not aware of at the moment)

In case you want to make a change you create another file ex. v0002.sql with the changes.

I had an amusing flight to Marseille learning about how important it is to be proud of your boobs and other important things. Of course sharing is always beneficial!

κερνάμε και βυζγια σ’ αυτο το μπλογκ (I cannot translate that)

So my flight was powered by ‘The Sun’ which has an even more amusing subtitle considering the content. ‘for a greater Britain’ – is it the size of boobs and does the size really matter?
What can I say. I guess the marketing team did a very good job on that.

Anyway, that reminded me of how people keen on boobies but too shy to admit used to go on the ‘movies’. Those movies were a bit special though. There was a random film playing but nobody cared. Everyone was waiting for this instant clip of porn that was embedded on the film of the advertised movie every few minutes. This instand clip of porn was called tsonda; and now tsonda is the most common word for porn in the greek language.

That of course was happening a few years ago when the ethics and savoir vivre were heavily (and negatively) impacting a nation known to be the number one in the world in terms of sex frequency. Unfortunately things have hardly changed and there is a reason for that. For me it’s called marketing. It’s easier to use sexuality if it has the taste of something forbiden. People are more interested under those circumstances.

Anyway; I don’t want to get too serious here. So take my partner’s 6-year old nephew dealing with it.